A Guessing Game

This post takes on the form of a little game, a guessing game. The Scenario: Yesterday the oldest three boys and a neighbor were playing in the backyard. Brennan came running in rather excitedly, "Mom, look at what we found!"

Any guesses? One hint, it was freshly dead.


Bug?
Snail?
Gecko?

I have been the recipient of those before, and while rather disgusting, they did not send the shivers through me like this little present did.

Any final stabs?

The answer: A rat! My, my! I have never overreacted quite like I did! There may have in fact been a loud scream with a quick "Get it outside!" followed by a prompt locking of the door (what was this a ghost rat or something! How irrational!) and a marching of four children straight for the bathroom. There we scrubbed four little pairs of hands and began a long winded discussion about never ever picking up a dead animal, especially like a rat. I quickly followed their bewildered little looks with the explanation of the relationship between rats and disease!

The funniest part about this is the karma. When I was Brennan's age, I distinctly remember uncovering dead mice for my mom to find. I remember finding it amusing that she would freak out like she did.

So sorry Mom!